sitting so still sorrounded by the noise
It seems like at the time I was in grief
Eventhough no one never make me miff
And maybe it's really wasn't my day...
But I guess, I'm getting used in that way
Grasp a deep breath without nothing to say
I think these things are stationary
Suddenly, I stop something I ponder
I gaze upon someone on the corner
She's a girl that sincerely stare at me
I bet there's nothing about what I see
After some time, she sent a text message
Since I don't know her, I ask who is she?
Telling herself was all that she can be
I'm fluffy, for her not to be outrage
So we had constant communication
Till it came to a point we became FRIENDS
Not just friends but instead my BEST CHUMMY
Where I find at my best when I'm with her
She's one of my weakness also my strength
I just can't measure her at any length
For she is not like anybody else
She's so special and my one and only...
please change your username...write your complete name...i have many students who's name is irish....i can't record your blog in my list...for that reason...
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